MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 48

Although he had pulled the big ghost's hair and grabbed the big ghost's wrist before, the feeling that the ghost gave Wu Rong was always illusory. He really didn't expect to be hugged by the waist like this, it was too intimate and insecure. Fortunately, the big ghost put him down quickly. The hard and dusty stone bench, the mottled and decayed pavilion pillars, the big ghost put him in the pavilion.

"Can't go up?"

Wu Rong vaguely understood the intention of the big ghost. Just now when he wanted to go up the mountain, the big ghost moved his hand, but now the big ghost is blocking the exit of the pavilion, with his head slightly lowered. Suddenly he took a step back and pointed down.

There was a blood-red deep trace on the hard stone steps, and then the big ghost raised his hand and pointed, and the fierce wind swept across Wu Rong's body, and it disappeared after circling around. Wu Rong got up and walked to the edge of the pavilion, and found that the blood-red notch circled the pavilion.

"Let me stay here?"

Wu Rong guessed that it was because the big ghost's actions were too similar to the feeling of "Master, I will draw a circle for you, please don't go out" in Journey to the West. The big ghost still didn't respond, and stood still for a while, as if confirming that Wu Rong would not run around, then turned and left.

He is continuing up the hill.

Wu Rong walked behind the red line drawn by the big ghost at the entrance of the pavilion, and watched the **** back of the big ghost go further and further away accompanied by the sound of chains. There must be something on the mountainside that the big ghost is interested in, what could it be? An old friend, an enemy, or something that the big ghost once had? Wu Rong thought of the knee bone bell, which came from brothers Liu Hu and Liu Bao, and it could arouse the reaction of the big ghost.

If Liu Hu is related to Hu Xian, will Hu Xian be the source of the knee bone bell? Is it Hu Xian who is halfway up the mountain, or someone related to Hu Xian who makes the big ghost stubbornly go up? Was he an old friend of the big ghost?

It wasn't until the back of the big ghost could no longer be seen that Wu Rong went back to sit down in the pavilion with deep thoughts, and secretly made up his mind that when he found a way, he must first unseal the big ghost's mouth and get a talking ghost. At least there is no need to guess aimlessly like now. His left hand was cold and sticky, Wu Rong raised his hand and saw that his palm was full of blood, he was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

When he was hugged whole just now, he grabbed the big ghost's lapel with this hand, blood should have been stained at that time. Unexpectedly, there was really blood all over the big ghost's red shirt. After thinking about it, Wu Rong didn't wipe it off. The blood of the big ghost may also have the power to deter ghosts.

"Wang Bang!"

After the big ghost left, the ghost dog finally came after him. Without the oppression of the big ghost, it shook its head and tail vigorously, Wang Shengzhong was a little brisk, and Sa Huan ran towards Wu Rong. Wu Rong was thinking that the ghost dog might not be able to pass the 'circle' drawn by the big ghost. Who would have thought of the distance? When the pavilion was still more than ten meters away, the ghost dog stopped suddenly, and its black hair exploded in alarm.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof!"

A series of rapid and loud dog barks, the ghost dog bared its fangs, lay down on the ground, and let out a low, threatening growl from its throat. It devoured ghost corpses along the way, and now it is as huge as a lion, ferocious and terrifying, with a ghostly aura all over its body, no different from the evil ghost dogs outside. What made it so hostile?

Wu Rong's first thought was the blood line carved by the big ghost, but something was wrong, the ghost dog was very smart, and along the way, he found that there seemed to be some kind of special relationship between the big ghost and Wu Rong, and they were always outside the hostile range of the big ghost. Tail, while still wary, no longer growled threateningly. Now it is in an abnormal state, roaring wildly at Wu Rong's back, as if there is something there.

Wu Rong's heart shuddered, and he looked back with the Miao Dao in his hand. The pavilion stands on the edge of the cliff, and behind the fence is an unfathomable abyss filled with thick black clouds. Wu Rong kept his eyes on every inch of the pavilion, making sure that he was the only one. Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, he closed and opened his left eye. Wu Rong opened the ghost eyes, and the pavilion in the ghost eyes was completely different from the reality. When he looked in the direction where the ghost dog was roaring again, Wu Rong stopped breathing for a moment.

There was a person sitting cross-legged on the stone bench that was empty just now!

In an instant, Wu Rong's blade had reached the vital point of the man's neck, and the Qingling Gu connected with him, hissing and raised his body to guard against it.

It was only when Wu Rong got closer that he realized that he was not alive, he had not breathed for a long time, and his skin was not flesh-colored, but honey-colored as if soaked in ghee and honey. This corpse is not big, looks like a young child, without hair, wrapped in red sheepskin and golden prayer flags. The corpse fell cross-legged on the stone bench, holding a stone box in its arms.

The toddler's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was not only not eerie, but also showed a sense of peace and compassion. A pair of beetles with strange shapes were carved on the stone box in his arms, which looked a bit like longhorns. Wu Rong vaguely remembered that he had seen it somewhere, and after thinking about it, it should also be in the poisonous insect book.

Not only did corpses appear on the stone bench, but the style of the entire pavilion also changed completely. The pillars with peeling varnish turned into three colors of red, yellow and black, on which gods and Buddhas were exquisitely painted. It's just that the Buddha statues painted on the pillars are different from the ordinary, benevolent or majestic Buddha statues. Most of the painted Buddha statues are green-faced and fangs, covered in human skin and holding a skeleton, stepping on a baby, and covered in blood.

It is said to be a Buddha statue, but it is more like a variety of monsters. If it weren't for the fact that the pillars in the pavilion were tied around with copper hoops inlaid with Sanskrit scriptures and matched with reliefs like animal heads. There are also various colorful and silk-like prayer flags hanging on the top, showing a strong Tibetan architectural style, magnificent and majestic, and Wu Rong thought it was a pavilion for worshiping evil gods.

Wu Rong didn't fiddle with the stone box in the corpse's bosom, kept the knife in his hand, and backed away slowly and vigilantly, until he backed away to the opposite corner of the corpse, the edge of the bloodstain closest to the vicious dog soul.

This place is located in Liuyang, far away from the Tibetan area. Why did there appear a Tibetan-style pavilion, and where did this child, shaped like a novice holding a stone box that can only be seen through the eyes of ghosts, come from?

Although this was the place chosen by the big ghost and it should be safe, Wu Rong was still tense, frowning worriedly, and his thoughts drifted to the middle of the mountain.

Is the pavilion here related to the thing on the mountainside that is extremely attractive to ghosts?

Where has the big ghost gone now?

"Wu Rong, Wu Rong..."

Wu Rong turned around suddenly, who was calling him? The voice of this calling sounded very familiar, he must have heard it somewhere before.

The voice came from behind the corpse, under the cliff. Wu Rong stood still, and after a while, the voice sounded again, with a feeling of fatigue and weakness.

"Wu Rong, are you up there?"

It's Huixin's voice! Wu Rong finally recognized Wu Rong, but even if he recognized Wu Rong, he didn't pass by. He sent out the Green Spirit Gu and climbed along the fence of the pavilion to see. With the help of the little green snake's eyes, Wu Rong saw the figure hanging on the cliff behind the pavilion.

He is indeed the image of the canteen chef Huixin. He is in a very dangerous situation now. He is stepping on the dry black branches that twist like vines on the cliff, holding the edge of the cliff with one hand, and the abyss is behind him. I don't know how long he persisted, the hand that was holding on to the edge of the cliff was completely bloodless. After seeing the green spirit Gu, he was slightly stunned, and then quickly reacted.

Hui Xin didn't ask Wu Rong to save him, but raised her left hand hanging by her side.

"Destroy it, or seal it with a golden casket."

Hui Xin said with difficulty, spitting out every single word, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and she had reached her limit, all supported by her mental strength.

It was indeed difficult to lift it up, because thick plaster was condensed on his left arm, and the plaster had already formed a block, and it fell heavily, three times thicker than his original arm. When Huixin raised her hand, her arm shook, and she accidentally knocked against the rock wall. A small piece of plaster shattered and fell off, but underneath it was not flesh and blood, but white bones. The thick white slurry flowed between the bones, and soon formed a harder plaster.

These gypsums are growing like life. The place where the thick white slurry flows through is getting thicker and thicker. The source of the slurry is Huixin's left hand.

A snow-white worm was held in his hands, struggling non-stop.

"Quick, destroy it quickly."

Huixin used all her strength to squeeze the rock wall tightly, her hoarse voice was intermittent, anxious and urgent: "We must not let it leave here, otherwise everyone in the sinkhole, including the security bureau outside, will die!"

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"You are such a madman!"

On the barren mountain, halfway up the mountain, the two sides in the fierce battle would be separated at the touch of a touch. The huge fox shadow roared ferociously, already intending to retreat. But the blood slime lingers on, it is formless and formless, even if it is torn apart, it can be reassembled, it is very difficult to entangle. In addition, Hu Xian wanted to leave here just now with the help of Liu Hu, and the blood mud was completely enraged. The blood mud under the rage turned into a rain of blood, and the mud would not be thrown off if it stuck to Hu Xian's body. Drill through the ears, mouth and nose.

"Fool, lunatic, idiot, crazy!"

Although it would not be invaded by the blood mud, it still dragged Hu Xian completely unable to leave. Hu Xian was so angry that he went crazy, and he swung his fluffy and huge long tail violently, directly smashing the rocks that were as tall as a person behind him to pieces.

"Killing God is coming up, don't drag me if you want to die!"

As if aware of something, Hu Xian's breathing was stagnant, the hair all over his body exploded, and he was completely berserk: "Get out of here!"

cluck-

There was a muffled sound of bones colliding, and a series of strange human skulls scattered around Hu Xian's long tail. The golden or black skulls flew towards the blood mud, and at the same time, the hair was flying in the air. Hu Xian actually gave up all the hairs that were stained with the blood mud! There are ugly bald spots all over his body, especially the fox face with almost no hair left. It is bald and looks ugly and weird.

Hu Xian, who had never been so ugly before, trembled with anger, and Bituihu's eyes were full of hatred and murder: "You wait for me!"

After all, it didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and left quickly, blinking away dozens of meters away as if a dinosaur was chasing behind it.

"Roar-!"

The blood mud entangled by the skull found that Hu Xian wanted to escape again, and immediately flew into a rage. It roared angrily, throwing away the skulls all over its body. And Hu Xian has already run a hundred meters away. The most fatal weakness of the blood mud is that its speed is too slow, but it also has its own way. Amidst the muffled growl and roar, the **** mud soaked into the rocky ground. In an instant, the whole barren mountain was shaken. Thousands of ghosts crawled out from under the reddish-brown soil as if they were awakened, densely covering the hillside.

The blood slime is the consciousness of Tiankeng No. 444, and it has absolute control. Here is the slit connecting sinkhole 444, which is also barely contained. The mutated barren mountain looked like a terrifying giant monster, and the rocks and withered trees had turned into puppets of blood and mud. Hu Xian was forced back in a blink of an eye. Seeing the change in the barren mountain, he was speechless, his bald face flushed, and he was too angry to speak.

"Fool, bastard!"

"Do you know what you're doing, you're going to ruin everything!"

Of course, the blood mud couldn't understand what he was talking about. After breaking away from Chi Fangfang's body, now it only had the instinct of killing and devouring. The Scarlet Plain began to tremble violently. The slits of the tiankeng are the unstable distorted space between the tiankengs. The mountains are shaken instantly by the blood mud, the sky is full of thick and red clouds, and countless twisted and thin black cracks appear everywhere.

The tiankeng slits are already extremely unstable, and space cracks have appeared! Among them, several spatial cracks appeared in the group of resentful ghosts, and all the resentful ghosts that came into contact with them in an instant were crushed into powder by the force of nirvana and terror. Seeing this scene, Hu Xian's face was ashen, and his teeth were clenched. The powerful aura overflowing from the rage made the surrounding space more fragile and crumbling, and the newly-appeared space cracks became wider and wider.

tear-

The sound of space tearing sounded from its side, and a space crack as thick as a snake appeared, and a bright yellow talisman flew out of the crack filled with the aura of destruction and tyranny. It is the Tantric Fuhu Talisman that was swept away by the torrent of Yin Qi! When he saw this talisman slowly drifting towards him, Hu Xian's ashamed face turned completely ashen, and there was a bit of panic and fear that penetrated into the bone marrow in his eyes, and he staggered back regardless of the persistent entanglement of blood and mud.

"No, no no—"

swish.

The talisman seal flying in the air was suddenly grabbed by a hand out of thin air. The bright and yellow talisman was like a canary, struggling and flying in his hands, but it couldn't get out of his palm no matter what. Hu Xian instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the person coming, his eyes were tearing apart, and his eyes almost fell out of the frame.

"It's you-!"

Jingle Bell.

The crisp sound of the chains colliding sounded, and the bright and yellow talisman gave up resistance, wrapping around the pale and slender fingertips like yellow satin. Clothed in blood and black hair, the big ghost with golden thread and gold needles to seal the five senses is indifferent, and walks step by step towards the battlefield between Hu Xian and the blood mud.

—

The sudden vibration made Wu Rong stagger and stand still. It was not an illusion, but the whole barren mountain was shaking. The shock came from halfway up the mountain. What happened up there?

There was no time to think about it, because of the violent shaking of the mountain wall, Huixin, who was already half of his body outside the cliff, was in a more critical situation. The vines under his feet broke, and the whole person was holding on to the cliff with only one hand, precariously.

"Quick, trust me, put it away!"

The situation was so critical and life was at stake, Huixin did not force Wu Rong to save him, but anxiously raised her left arm with all her strength.

"We must not let it fall into the abyss!"

In the blink of an eye, Wu Rong made a decision, and he took two steps instead of three to the edge of the pavilion, where the bloodstains carved by the big ghost were at the very edge. Take out a palm-sized pure gold box from the backpack—pure gold is expensive, this is issued to each trial practitioner by the Ministry of Public Security before entering the Tiankeng, it is a temporary loan, and can be used to hold almost all ghosts, including ghost mud.

The weird beetle-like insect had been held in Huixin's hand for too long, and the secreted plaster had firmly bonded it to Huixin's hand.

"Chop off my hands and put them in together."

Huixin didn't hesitate: "You must not touch it with your hands, otherwise you will become like me!"

Wu Rong did not do what he said. If this is really the kind of bug recorded in his poisonous insect book, this kind of white secretion similar to gypsum can devour anything, and the ghee from the ghee lamp enshrined in front of the altar must be used. The soaked lotus fishbone scimitar can be removed. Even if Lao Miao Dao touches it, it will be swallowed immediately, and it is impossible to cut off Huixin's arm.

Looking at it closely, this insect is clearer than the pair carved on the stone box, and it is closer to the description in the book of poisonous insects. This kind of beetle-like insect ranks in the top five in the list of poisonous insects, and it was recorded by Wu Rong, a hero of the Miao nationality, so Wu Rong has an impression. But there is no ghee here, and there is no Tibetan lotus fishbone scimitar. Wu Rong's heart skipped a beat, her thin lips parted slightly, and she spoke a short Sanskrit sentence.

Wu Rong pronounced it very bluntly, pure transliteration. But Huixin seemed to understand, and looked at him in surprise. At the same time, the cow also moved during the day. Its tentacles, which were longer than its body, swayed, and its sharp jaws cracked and crushed the hardened plaster. Rong hovered in front of him.

Wu Rong urged repeatedly, but the strange insect seemed to feel that the golden box could completely seal it, hesitated, and finally flew towards the stone box in the arms of the child's corpse. Wu Rong's expression froze, the Sanskrit in his mouth changed to Lao Miao's dialect, and the activated Gu seeds trembled slightly in Wu Rong's heart, glowing orange-yellow.

Gu seeds are born to control all poisonous insects in the world. Although it has not yet hatched and cannot exert its maximum power, but with the blessing of Wu Rong's Sanskrit command just now, the strange insects circled twice and finally fell into the golden box. With a click, Wu Rong quickly closed the box with quick eyes and hands. After the official special gold box was closed, it was completely sealed. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, then looked at Hui Xin, trying to pull him up.

But at this moment, the vibration of the mountain suddenly intensified, and countless gravel rock layers cracked and peeled off, shaking the earth and shaking the sky. The ghost dog barked loudly and eagerly. The pavilion on the edge of a cliff wobbles ominously, leaning into the abyss. Must get out of here quickly!

But it may be that the strange insects were finally put away, Huixin's nerves that had been tense for a long time were relaxed, and rock fragments fell like rain from the huge earthquake, and some of them hit Huixin's hands. With severe pain and a slack mind, Huixin could no longer hold onto the rock wall, and fell into the abyss in panic as soon as she loosened her fingers.

"Ah-woo!"

The cry of panic turned into a moan of pain as soon as it started. In the nick of time, Wu Rong threw out the lock of hair left by the big ghost, and wrapped it around Huixin's waist like a rope. The little monk was almost strangled by the waist, but fortunately, although they were assigned identities in the tiankeng, their real bodies and weights were still their own. The little monk was very light, so it didn't take much effort for Wu Rong to pull him up.

Thanks to Wu Rong's quick reaction just now, and thanks to the fact that the big ghost's hair is comparable to a ghost's hand, it is not ordinary hair, it can be lengthened and shortened freely by Wu Rong, it is sharp enough to cut a person's throat, and it is as tough as a steel wire rope. Huixin's left arm, which had turned into plaster, was probably useless, and he could not use his strength at all. Only with his right arm and Wu Rong's upward pulling strength, he finally climbed up the cliff.

After all, Hui Xin was a child. Although he was prepared to sacrifice just now, his face was pale with sweat after escaping the death. He murmured Amitabha and kept thanking Wu Rong.

"This place is probably about to collapse. Let's leave quickly. I'll tell you what happened here later."

Huixin was about to stand up with his hands on the ground, but suddenly his breathing changed and his expression was solemn. Wu Rong noticed his strange expression: "What's wrong?"

"Something down there is grabbing my foot."

Hui Xin said in a low voice, short of breath.

Wu Rong's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the Gu species crazily issued an alarm, as if some extremely terrifying monster was about to appear. The little green snake was also trembling, coiled tightly around Wu Rong's shoulder. A heavy and gloomy coldness came from below Hui Xin's body, Wu Rong's first reaction was to chop off Hui Xin's leg, it is better to be disabled than to die here. But the Yinyin cooling was stopped by the bloodstain carved by the big ghost.

Weaker than the big ghost.

For some reason, Wu Rong, who came to this realization, quickly calmed down. He didn't let go of the ghost hair in his hand, but walked to the edge of the bloodstain beside Huixin and looked down.

Facing a pair of dark and lifeless eyes.

It was a dark, strangely shaped Buddha statue embedded in the cliff. It has three heads and three pairs of arms with different postures. It seems to be a coincidence that Huixin's trouser legs are caught by the hands of the Buddha statue.

Was there this Buddha statue just now?

Wu Rong had no impression, he hadn't looked down the cliff much, this black Buddha is almost the same color as the cliff, so it's not easy to be found. Its shape was indescribably strange, and the cold malice emanating from it made Wu Rong shiver.

There is something wrong with the Buddha statue, like an evil Buddha. An ominous sign appeared in Wu Rong's heart, and he drew his knife directly to cut Huixin's trouser leg, and get out of here as soon as possible. The ghost's hair was divided into two strands, one part was still wrapped around Hui Xin's waist, and the other part tied Wu Rong and Ting Zhu together to fix his figure. Wu Rong leaned down, held the knife firmly and cut the piece of cloth caught by the Buddha's hand, and he was very close to the black Buddha statue during the movement.

During the silence, Hei Buddha's eyeballs suddenly moved.

Even though Wu Rong herself was calm and bold, she was frightened into a cold sweat. After looking carefully, I found that it wasn't the black Buddha's eyeballs trembling, but a small black bug lying there! It was only half the size of a black bean, like a watermelon bug, motionless as in a deep sleep, very inconspicuous, only the carapace on its body occasionally reflected light, which looked like the eyes of the Black Buddha.

But when seeing this black worm, the Gu species rarely exuded fear and fear. It's not the kind of fear of a big ghost, but like encountering the most terrifying natural enemy!

"What's wrong?"

Huixin noticed Wu Rong's stagnation and asked softly.

"It's okay, let's go."

Wu Rong's expression was condensed, and he said in a low voice, "You should move gently."

After cutting off the trouser legs, there is no longer any hindrance. Huixin listened to Wu Rong's words, and retracted her legs very slowly and slightly, and Wu Rong retracted the knife very lightly. But in the next moment, the barren mountain vibrated violently, this time the tremor was stronger than before, as if something exploded halfway up the mountain, Huixin was very stable and did not fall, Wu Rong stood still even with the ghost hair bound, but The wood of the prayer flags on the pavilion has long since decayed and fell down!

Wu Rong saw the beetle lying on the black Buddha's eye for the last time, emitting a green light like a firefly, and fluttering its wings to fly.

"run!"